Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1841

qH City was a place Francesca knew like the back of her hand.

The first city she had gone to after going down the mountain had been H City.

Although she had lost most of her memories from the explosion, a sense of familiarity still washed over her when she went back to H City.

Still, that did not mean she could recall most of her memories.

Once they were out of the airport, Francesca and Anthony took a cab to the hotel.

Anthony then pointed at the infrastructure outside and said to Francesca, “Francesca, look. That's Storm Hotel—the place we'll be staying at tonight. You liked this hotel in the past. Although it's in the middle of the city, it's the eye of the storm, and it has convenient transportation systems nearby. The tallest building over there is the Nacht family's Divine Corporation. I heard that it's the first branch company that Zachary Nacht established in Zarain's market. It specializes in technology, and it's quite impressive. The white building opposite it is the Windt Corporation's office. Although it's not as almighty as Divine Corporation, it's still quite famous. The CEO of Windt Corporation, Richard Nacht, is the richest man in H City. Back when the medical school rejected your admission, he was the one who told them to take you in. Do you still remember that?”

Francesca could vaguely recall a little about those things, but none of those memories were in detail.

“Richard's a good man, and he has done many good things in his life,” the driver chimed in. “He has donated to children's homes and nursing homes, and he even funded the construction of various schools. As a matter of fact, my nephew is working as a security guard in his company. Oh, right. It's his daughter's engagement today. The ceremony is grand, and my nephew even went to the event to help out.”

“Is that so? That's good to hear.”

Anthony recalled Francesca's benefactor, Richard, well. He then smiled and said to her, “Francesca, why don't we send him a congratulatory gift?”

“Let's not.” Francesca shook her head. “Maybe he doesn't even remember us. Let's not disrupt the ceremony abruptly.”

“True.” Anthony nodded. He then asked, “Whose son is she marrying?”